Rule of Threes Three

Will you make the cut? Or settle for a shortcut? Coaches' scuttlebutt Execute the steal Professing rather than real The truth to conceal Blessing progeny Highlights God's sovereignty Not autonomy Man's wisdom swaggers 'Til adversity staggers Making Sandbaggers Men try to judge Him When self-righteousness rules them Worthless stratagem Respect peoples' pain And do not rush to explain Restrain your right brain Grief cannot be weighed Those sudden terrors arrayed So wild words are brayed Christ's hope the refrain Easing the pressure of pain He suffered for GAIN Like sending back Ruth Like pulling out the wrong tooth Like misapplied truth Judgment reigns upon Stopped listening to the Son Can't see damage done As Pharaoh once said Who is this Lord I should dread? His potsherds are spread There is no do-over For death is a crossover Let Christ takeover He hardens to break Your broken life to remake Nine:eighteen at stake God is not triggered "In the beginning" - figured "Kingdom" - transfigured He gifts you the test Refining faith to its best Grace fills in the rest Going toe-to-toe Your toughened mettle will grow In blow after blow I will mark my way Ebenezers to display My Guide had his sway Believe or accuse His school of wisdom to choose Not the clever ruse Like jumping offside Some flaws you just cannot hide Will must override Blowing a big lead Team abortion won't succeed Outcome is decreed Yes, it rhymes with strife Still, God's sacred gift is life Better sheath the knife Mankind's fateful dearth Fails to determine true worth Vanity gives birth Riches from above Experiencing loyal love David got hold of You say, "He's not fair!" He says, "Will you be My heir?" Ironic affair His fast moving squall His cascading waterfall Our handiwork small We only see splays Outer fringes of His ways Faith has more to say Their values still hold The Ancients' honey and gold Like His word we're told "How long and how much Does a loser need his Crutch?" Providence is Clutch! Your children's laughter Reveals who they take after Same with your Master The way to wisdom Is a Person we can't plumb Faith can receive some If I'm going down And cannot stay above ground Faith is my rebound Sow duplicity Barbed wire protects harmony Cow to unity Football smells rattle My helmet and pads tattle The scent of battle From washed-up driftwood To remaking my manhood His ultimate good His wisdom in rhyme Yields fruit at the proper time His grace is sublime